Deviation Actions
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“Ffffiirrmmm fffllaaannkksss… Exxccelllennt.” hissed Hobbs, the Goblin who served as the major domo and butler at arms for the Bettors’ Guild. Based in a former dungeon on the seedy Golden Brick Road Strip, the not so secret organization controlled all gambling in the Enchanted Forest and the surrounding municipalities.
“Nice tits on this one,” agreed the Titmouse, to no one’s surprise, the mouse’s fascination with that part of the female anatomy being well known. “Nice tits on both of them!”
“I think they’re going to go for it,” Wolfie whispered excitedly to Papa Bear. “If the Guild agrees to cover the odds on our race, we’ll be so in the money!”
“Teeth are good as well,” The Tortise mused, peering into Goldie’s open mouth. “Not that that makes much difference when it comes to running, since I never had any and still beat that lame rabbit. Still, it shows that both specimens are in good physical condition. I would recommend that we put them on a strict training regimen to increase their stamina before holding the event.”
“No…” the Master of the Guild interrupted suddenly. “None of you are thinking big enough.”
Turning to the bear and wolf, the yellow eyes of the Guild Master narrowed into slits.
“Your instincts are good as to the commercial viability of your acquisitions. However, as apex predators, I believe that you’ve underestimated how most of the Forest’s inhabitants feel about humans.”
“After all,” the Master waved a clawed hand in the direction of the girls, “Think of how many times a single hunter or charming Prince have been the undoing of so many of your neighbors… think of how many innocent mice and birds have been turned into coachmen, how many trolls have seen their bridges bypassed, and how many witches have literally been eaten out of house and home. ”
“Uh.. is this a “No?’” Papa puzzled.
“No,” The Master replied smoothly. “Quite the opposite! To have two humans as the pawns in OUR games will be something every inhabitant of the Forest will want to see. Repeatedly. A single race, even two or three, won’t be nearly enough for the demand I foresee!”
“YES!” Wolfie cried in understanding! “A series of games! With multiple events!”
“Indeed,” the Master agreed. “First we take them on a series of exhibition matches, in a variety of competitions to build the market, and I know a very clever pig who’s a true artist with bricks. I’ll have him design a stadium for us, and perhaps some other interesting contrivances. With the proper advertising, preparation and promotion, we could be swimming in gold pieces even before we start taking the bets!”
“Uh…” Wolf looked evasive. “I’ve had dealings with the pig you’re talking about and we had a… .bit of a misunderstanding. Other than that, this sounds really great, but who’s going to pay for all this? I don’t want to end up like Dimwit up there if for some reason I can’t pay off on my promises.”
“Yes,” The Master smiled, looking up at the Guild’s Cage Of Shame, which had been occupied by a certain debt-ridden hare ever since he’d been proven unable to cover all of the bets that he’d placed on himself for a certain infamous race. “You are a wise wolf, Wolf. But fear not, the Guild will cover the cost of the construction. And to ensure that the games are profitable for all of us, I propose the creation of a L.L.C. in which the two of you, myself and the Guild share the winnings equally. In addition, as the being with arguably the best knowledge of humans in the entire forest, I will personally take a hand in the breaking in and training of these two. For no additional charge.”
With a savage smile, the Master extended one paw to the delighted Bear and Wolf. “Are these terms acceptable, gentlebeings?”
“Absolutely!” Wolf gushed.
“I’ll have to consult with Mama,” Papa nodded, “But I can’t imagine that she’ll say no as long we can still keep Goldie at our house when she’s not in training. Baby’s Cub Scout friends all love playing with her and she keeps the floor under the table nice and clean.”
“Then let’s consider it a deal done and well,” the Master agreed, pumping each carnivore’s paw to seal the agreement.
“Now then,” the Master grinned, stepping out of the dark Guild cloak and approaching the two humans, who looked up in shock as they saw what had been concealed beneath the jet black robes. “I think it’s time for your pets to meet their new master before God…”
TO BE CONTINUED (really soon, I promise!)
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Part 5 of Goldilock's Bear Ordeal. Pevious Entries in the series include:
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Wow. This one was fun. Now that I’ve finally got an NVIDIA card, I went a bit crazy with a lot of items that have been sitting unused in my runtimes forever… Abaxas, the Chamber of Sorrows, RawArts’s Hob Goblin and Joe Quicks Mouse and Mr. Turtle. I even managed to squeeze in a Hiro 3 with the rabbit in the cage, and I’d never expected to use that one again. And yes, the next image in the series will be along in a day or so at most!
